This weekend I had one of the best weekends that I have had in a while. I went to yoga on both Friday and Sunday, and a 6 mile walk on Saturday morning. My mother visited. We went out to lunch together. We organized my fiber studio. We worked on my garden. We had a blast.
To me, Mother's Day is still about my mom. She is one of the toughest women that I know. When she kicked my father out, I was 3. He left her with double mortgages, $200 a month in child support payments (that didn't even cover my health insurance), and a heck of a lot of debt. She scrimped and 'made do' and put me through private schools and college. She paid off all that debt, got back into nursing, maintained 2 houses, and never lost it.
I had a really fun childhood. I was on the swim team. We always had a dog. We had the cabin in the Berkshires, which, although not a luxury second home - what does a child know of that? We would go up every weekend in the summer and explore the woods, swim in the pond, go for walks. She taught me how to knit, cook, sew, use a chainsaw, fix plumbing, climb ladders.... you name it, that woman can do it. And she did it on her own.
She is my best friend, and I love her deeply.
So, even though I don't have children of my own, I enjoy Mother's Day. I had a few moments where I saw the 'new' mothers on my street enjoying mother's day and I admit I felt a pang. If IVF works in July, I'll be that mother next year. And although my trip to become a mother has been difficult, I have the most wonderful partner to parent with - something my mother never had. I felt lucky this weekend. Lucky to have a wonderful mom, and lucky to have a wonderful husband.